Page 40 of Ruthless Prince

“Vincent?” I touch his back, making him jump. “Are you ok? What happened with Nico? Did you get the money?”

Without a word, he turns to me and grabs my face, kissing me hard. I tense for just a moment before letting myself get dragged into the kiss with him.

“Vincent,” I say when he begins to kiss down my neck. “My father could come in and stop us.”

“We’re married now. We can do whatever we want.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“I just need to be with you, Ellie. I just need to know you’re safe in my arms.”

“I’m here, Vincent. I’m here.” I lean up and kiss him.

Vincent walks me back to the bed and gently lowers me down. I’m hyperaware of the fact my father could stop us at any moment, but I also want to be held by Vincent. I want us just to be together.

He runs his hands down my body, gripping my hips and sending a flare of arousal through me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of how he touched me before we were married. We’ve haven’t had the chance to do that since.

With a sudden motion, Vincent pushes my dress up over my hips. “I need to taste you again. I need to feel you again.”

“Ok,” I whisper. His intensity is a little disarming. Vincent has been busy all day with the competition, winning it and meeting with Nico. I’m desperate to ask him about it, but I don’t want to ruin this moment between us.

I let Vincent peel my dress off me until I’m in nothing but my bra and panties. The look Vincent gives me as he rakes his eyes over me sets me on fire. We’re married now—we’re not doing anything wrong.

And yet, it still feels taboo.

He grabs my underwear and slips it down my legs. We’ve been here before, so I’m not as nervous this time.

Spreading my legs wide, Vincent presses his face between them and begins to use his lips and tongue on me. Instantly, I’m filled with desire. My hips buck up to meet his mouth.

Vincent presses his arm down on my hips, keeping me in place. I snap my lips closed, trying not to make a sound so my father doesn’t find us.

He increases his pace with his tongue. It sends me into a spiral of pleasure.

“Oh, Vincent,” I whisper, gripping the back of his head. “What you do to me …”

I can feel his smile on his lips as he continues to pleasure me.

He grips my hips tighter, sending spikes of arousal through my body. My hips have a mind of their own as they writhe. I need more. I need him.

And then it hits me—my release.

I gasp and shudder. Vincent keeps his lips on me the entire time and doesn’t move away until I’m finished.

He sits up, looking way too smug.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper.

As his eyes turn dark, I feel powerful.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“We’re married now, Vincent. I think we’re past modesty. I want to taste you like you’ve done to me.”

I push on his shirt until he slips it off, and then I trail my hands down his abs to reach the top of his jeans. Vincent keeps his intense gaze on me as I unzip his pants and push them down.

He shimmies out of his underwear, and then I finally see all of him.

His erection is a little intimidating, but Vincent is my husband. I want to be with him. I don’t want to be so afraid of life anymore.

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